When they say Spanish "fiesta", I fancy a mental picture of long procession and ceaseless praying crowd. So when Marco asked me to celebrate Fiesta de San Isidro in Madrid, I was reluctant for a while. I have nothing against Spain, but I wasn't not sure if I'll be able to imbibe the same sincerity for their religious faith. If it's bull fighting, then I'd be more glad to come. But saints? I'm not sure if I fit in the category.
But I couldn't refuse Marco's invitation. How could I when he was the one who introduced me to my wife Marissa? So we went back to his Spanish
origin in Madrid when I could have a grand affair with the city. I was in Spain in time for the religious festival of San Isidro.
San Isidro is the patron saint of Madrid, the saint of peasants. Marco's family are devotees of San Isidro. "He played a significant role in our life", Marco's mom said. "If not for his blessing, we won't be able to pursue the American dream," She said that before Marco was born, she prayed to San Isidro that they be given a chance to pursue an American dream. This year, they wish to thank the saint of peasants for the fruitful life they had.
I thought it was all about a saintly pilgrimage, but the Spanish spirit crept into me contagiously. Before I knew it, I was praying and enjoying myself in picnics. The friendly crowd was dressed in their national costumes. There were also spectacular events like the traditional dance and concerts as well as contests. I couldn't say that I'm religiously uplifted, but it was fine to celebrate in honor of a saint once in while.
